Page 73 of Fenrir

“Fen,” she moaned. “I need you. I need you to…”

Fenrir lifted her chin. “Show me, baby. Show me what you need from me.”

Grace stared at him, unsure for a minute, and then slowly got on all fours before him.

“I need you deeper,” she whispered.

Desire rippled through Fenrir as he took in her curvy backside. His body pulsed with need, and he grew so hard it hurt.

He ran his hand up her spine and knelt behind her. Her wetness dripped over his hand as he touched her, and he groaned as her scent invaded him again.

“Please, Fen. It hurts.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.

She shook her head. “You’re the only one who can stop it. Make it stop.”

Fenrir touched her warm slick skin, and she cried out.

The pain building inside him made him lurch forward. There was only one way to sate them both.

Fenrir didn’t need to do more than line himself up with her entrance because the moment she felt him, she slammed backward, impaling herself on him.

Fenrir’s entire body rolled with pleasure, and Grace cried out before leaning forward on her elbows and slamming back again.

The sounds of ecstasy pouring from her shot Fenrir into action. He gripped her hips hard, digging into her fleshy hip bones.

“Yes,” she called. “Take me, Fen.”

Fenrir lurched forward and slammed into her. The ache in his groin subsided momentarily and then built again until he slid inside her once more.

“Faster, Fen. Faster.”

Fenrir lost all control as he bucked his hips into her hard and fast, making her entire body jiggle. He flattened his chest against her back and wrapped an arm around her grabbing her breast and pinching her nipple.

She panted his name, and he tweaked her nipple again, slamming into her repeatedly until he felt her walls clamp down, and she screamed.

Fenrir’s body burst apart like never before as he climaxed so hard every muscle in his body cramped.

Seconds turned to minutes as both felt wave after wave of pure pleasure. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the climax subsided to nothing more than small heat waves, and he collapsed on top of her.

Grace wrapped her arm around his back and trailed her fingers over his rear.

“Fen,” she finally said.

He kissed the dip of her throat. “Yes, my love.”

“I… I think I might be in heat.”

Fenrir laughed. Really laughed. He laughed so hard that tears formed in his eyes. Then he kissed her neck again. “Yes, little Goddess. I would most definitely say that is the case.”

* * *

For the next twenty-four hours,Grace got more sex than sleep. And by the time her fever had finally broken, they were both so exhausted that she didn’t have the energy to even walk to the bathroom. So she’d crawled.

The following morning when she’d woken, Fenrir came in dressed and carrying several bags of food.

He set them all on the bed and spread the feast before her. She picked a breakfast burrito and dove into it. After scarfing it down, she chugged a full glass of orange juice and then a bottle of water. When she reached for her third muffin, Fenrir pulled the remaining food away.

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